Besedila: Beatles, The. When I'm Sixty-four.

When I get older losing my hair,

Many years from now.

Will you still be sending me a Valentine

Birthday greetings bottle of wine.

If I?d been out till quarter to three

Would you lock the door.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When I?m sixty-four.

You?ll be older too,

And if you say the word,

I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse

When your lights have gone.

You can knit a sweater by the fireside

Sunday morning go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,

Who could ask for more.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When I?m sixty-four.

Every summer we can rent a cottage,

In the Isle of Wright, if it?s not too dear

We shall scrimp and save

Grandchildren on your knee

Vera Chuck & Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,

Stating point of view

Indicate precisely what you mean to say

Yours sincerely, wasting away

Give me your answer, fill in a form

Mine for evermore.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I?m sixty-four.